Redtail Rise You know you're hungover when you brush your teeth with sunglasses on

6/14: I'm editing a conclusion onto this. :)

She didn't anticipate Gunnar's jumbled answer, though Smash didn't let it faze her. She gathered that his dad wasn't related to him by blood but more of an adoptive parent, though no less of a father for it. She also intuited that his father was out of the picture, quite possibly dead by the sound of it. Smash exhaled. She was rarely serious, though there were certainly moments where she was soberer than others. And she wasn't about to make light of death with someone she hardly knew.

With that said, she wasn't one for heavy moods either, so when she spoke, her tone was light. "So what was daddy Loðbrók like?" Smash made a show of flopping down beside the disturbed soil, folding her socked forelegs over one another and gazing up at Gunnar with her undivided attention as, over the next hour, he regaled her with tales of the former king of Stavanger Bay.